A volume of black blood burst out of Nicodemus's lips as his eyes remained red and widened blankly. They seemed to hold the same question his final expression betrayed of his thoughts during those moments.
'H...how...?'
All of a sudden, there were two brutal blades tearing through his flesh, skin and bones.
One halfway through his neck as gruesome blood sputtered like a broken fountain pipe, and the other tore right through his torso from behind, crushing through his ribs and heart, along with the red gem embedded in it.
All of a sudden, there were two Masked Strangers coldly gazing down at him incomparably like old and ancient unfathomable creatures. Nicodemus felt the weight of those dark lightless slits in the mask that carried the indistinguishable gazes pressing against him from all corners.
All of the raging negative energy inside of him quickly began to disperse like scattered ash in the breeze, ebbing away along with the light of the living in his eyes.
